Books [Mrs. Elizabeth Newsome]
“Now when this little shop was a goin' strong, there was easy seventy-five or eighty people workin'. Look what that meant to the village. All them people bringin' in good pay every week. Reynolds Bridge was a pretty prosperous place, young man, and look at it now. Can't even support a store. Look at this factory over there where the knife shop used to be. That ain't any ‘elp to the village. The man that owns it does most of the work ‘imself. ‘E as one or two men ‘elpin' ‘im sometimes, but I don't think ‘e gives 'em steady work. 'E just about keeps goin', that's all. What good is that kind of a place to people? I know it ain't doin' me any good. One of my sons ‘as been out of work for two years.
“'Ere comes my baker, if you'll excuse me. “The baker comes in with a large basket slung over his arm. “I'll take some of them cinnamon buns, “ says Mrs. Newsome, “But no bread today. Don't leave me any bread until Wednesday.” She counts out the proper change from a handful of coins in a china bowl. The baker leaves.
“You ‘ave to figure every penny. It ain't like it was when there was two or three in the family workin' in the shop.